Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 18

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Thanks to Cheongmyeong and Baekmirye’s consideration, the two Baeksangs were able to head straight to the bedroom in the pavilion.

It was said that it was the discretion of the Blue Knight that everyone in the Imperial Palace trusted, along with the power recognized by everyone.

At times like this, it was definitely different from the military.

“Once I get in, I don’t feel like going out. I guess I’ll have to go to Yangyang Jeiljuru next time.”

Heonwonchang was whining.

“I need to just relax and go to bed.”

“You must have been training for about an hour. Even Jeong So-hyeop is quite skilled.”

Now, he doesn’t even show an expression of being tired. He just has a face that says, “That’s how it is.”

As they traveled together, Heonwonchang gradually began to treat Jeongyeonshin as if she were a person from another world.

A person from another world more mysterious than a famous person.

He had his own skills and martial arts, so he thought it would be better if his equal and colleague, Jeongyeonshin, became stronger.

I thought that, apart from his seemingly pointless words and actions, he had a character worth learning from.

“Take a rest.”

Jeongyeon Shin left the hall with a small smile.

All along the way to Soyeonmujang, the seniors I met greeted me warmly.

There were a few people who flinched after receiving Jeong Yeon-shin’s lottery ticket.

These people, who seemed to be mostly sensitive to the elements, seemed to sense his prayers changing once again as he went through the mission.

“The island has changed.”

“If you just look at the prayer, you wouldn’t recognize it. But boys grow up well at that age.”

“That’s a completely different story. The term ‘one-on-one’ can only be used for that guy here.”

“It won’t be easy for us now either, right?”

No one could object to the blue warrior who blurted out the last words.

At the same time, there are those who are silent.

The fact that the sixteen-year-old boy had even a slight chance of winning against the blue-haired master of the Yellow Emperor was a wonder in itself.

Jeongyeon Shin just let her seniors’ words slide.

Their sense of time was different.

If you want to live, shouldn’t you be able to discuss the power of the Shingeomdanju right before you turn twenty?

From white to blue, then to black like the margins, and to a purple I’ve never seen before.

The purple-colored divine sword that encompassed seventeen armed forces like Magwangik was like that. There was no room for that.

“Phew.”

Soyeonmujang arrived before he knew it. The labyrinthine Hwangneung tomb greeted him whenever he saw it.

I avoided the rooms where the air was seeping out as if there was an owner and entered an empty training room.

Now that I think about it, the year has changed. Jeong Yeon-shin thought.

Now sixteen years old. In civilian life, it was the age when people would start getting married and starting their own families.

Jeong Yeon-shin would have been the same.

Jeong Ga-jang was different from the general martial arts world in that he did not take the delay in his child’s marriage seriously.

As a third-rate warrior and a large landowner family, their customs were closer to the common people.

‘What kind of person did I marry?’

A meaningless imagination. I quickly raise my eyes and clear my mind of distracting thoughts.

He started to move slowly.

As soon as he released his true energy, Magwanggyeol got up and drew various trajectories, imagining all kinds of situations.

It was a recommendation and a method of each method.

Swish! Phew!

Close quarters strike. A large kick to the ground followed by a sharp kick to the ground.

The atmosphere was stirred by the waves of career that had been created with determination.

I truly felt the teachings of Margin in the fight with the Blood Sword.

This is Jeong Yeon-shin who has created an incredibly strong body by mastering Jeong Ga-dong.

Close combat was different from swordsmanship. It was a fighting style that utilized his unique strengths.

‘I want to make a proper recommendation.’

As time goes by, it will become difficult to use the youthful appearance as a new sword.

You can’t take advantage of the enemy’s complacency forever.

I had to take out every weapon I could and sharpen them.

‘Isn’t there anything that can inspire me?’

Jeong Yeon-shin is lost in thought with her fist outstretched.

A sky-blue light flashed across his eyes.

* * *

“What was the personality of Seomye, who stood on the border between life and death? How did she treat her colleagues?”

The residence of Magwangikju, located at the very top of Magwangikjeon Pavilion.

It was a place where Cheongmyeong and Baek Miryeo, who had returned from their mission, were talking to Majin.

“The boundary of life and death?”

“······.”

Cheongmyeong asked with a blank expression, and Baek Miryeo remained silent. Was there something like that?

Margin’s face took on a puzzled look.

“Didn’t you say there was a bloody sect? You said that branch-level forces were secretly active. Did you two deal with it in order to protect Baek-hyeok? The records tied to Jeonseo-gu are limited in space. Tell me more.”

“that is······.”

In that regard, the missions the two blue masters received were not the same. They were told to examine Seomye’s character. Now that I look at it, it seems like they placed more importance on it than Jinpyeonghyeon’s original mission.

Baek Mi-ryeo knew. There was no other reason why Margin was asking so urgently.

It would be difficult to achieve this unless you consider Seomye as the next generation’s Magwangikju.

That’s why it was even more sad. I had nothing to say.

“···Without giving me time to see anything, I destroyed the Blood Flame Cult branch. Seomyega alone. All I can say now is that I did not forget my manners even during the arduous journey. It seemed that the outstanding martial arts skills I possessed at the moment were not of interest to me.”

“······.”

Margin remained silent with a face lost in thought. That was the shock brought by the single-handed defeat of the branch, including the Blood Sword.

A realm that can be called a master even at the level of the group including Gupa, Palga, and Sipsamcheon and Iphwangseong.

It is difficult to even express it in words like it is outstanding.

“Clear.”

Margin’s gaze was now turned to Ma Gwang-ik’s only famous clan.

There was a famous story about the eyes of the wise men who saw the essence.

An anecdote about how Empress Dowager Seondae, who became Taejo’s companion after the founding of the country, arrested some of her subjects and revealed that they were traitors.

She was known to possess martial arts skills that were unparalleled in the world, such as the current emperor who single-handedly took on the 108 Arhat formations in order to study the martial arts of Shaolin Temple, and she had a huge presence in the imperial court for hundreds of years.

Even the common people knew about it.

The five senses of the Ming people were innately different from those of the Han people.

There is a reason why the final test of the entrance exam is a one-on-one meeting with the Lord of the Entrance Examination.

What Margin wanted to confirm was his qualifications as a leader of a military force that went further than that.

“Isn’t that the island? She’s amazing for her age. She’s quite lively, but she knows how to handle things well. There’s something even more extraordinary about her temperament.”

Cheongmyeong said with a light smile.

“Is it full of life?”

“Isn’t that obvious? That guy didn’t say anything about his connections during the whole trip. Judging from his words and actions, it’s clear that he’s a learned guy.”

“It seems so to me too. These two new recruits seem to have already lost their ties to the family in some way.”

“I see. It’s not like I hadn’t thought about it······.”

Margin taps the table with his fingers. Soon he nods slowly.

“Succession is succession, but taking care of the ones who have become family members comes first. There is plenty of time. This time too. I wonder how many more unexpected achievements he will make. It will be fun to raise him.”

“I think so too.”

“I wonder when it will turn blue. It doesn’t feel that far away.”

It was a story that was closer to a conversation than a report. The night sky slowly covered the Magwangik Hall.

* * *

The next morning.

“Island. The Lord is calling.”

Ma Gwang-ik, one of the seniors, called Jeong Yeon-shin’s name. The tone was different from before.

I feel much more cautious. My perspective has changed as the results of this mission become known.

He said that he could no longer treat him as just the youngest with outstanding talent.

Whenever I was in the great martial arts field like this, I would hear things like, ‘Blood-slaughtering sword…’ several times. Even now, three days after returning, it’s still the same.

Among the thirty-six Magwangiks, ten were white, so it was difficult for a white-level person to discuss the Blood Flame Cult branch alone.

There was even talk that he might become the youngest blue in the shortest period of time.

“Yes, I will go up.”

Jeongyeonshin folded her hands politely.

Every time he heard someone speak highly of him, he tried to straighten his posture.

I never thought that an absolute master without popularity could rise to the position of the new sword master.

Thanks to that, my gaze towards him was getting warmer day by day. To the point where I could feel warmth towards him.

‘A new mission?’

Although he promised a month of rest to the warrior who returned from the expedition, I did not take that at face value.

How can you predict what will happen in the Murim Bangpa?

“Come in.”

As soon as I reached the top of the pavilion, Margin’s thick voice rang out.

It seemed as if he sensed the presence immediately. Even though he was training so that the divine methods of the wind and grass were completely absorbed into his body.

As expected, I opened the door and entered the room, amazed. Then I paused for a moment.

Margin’s face was becoming increasingly serious. It was as if the scar across his face had hardened into a solid state.

“What’s the matter? Is it an important mission?”

“You have shown unprecedented achievements, but you are not yet at the level where you can be given an important mission in Magwangik. Of course, expectations are high.”

His scar twitched. It seemed as if Margin was trying to smile proudly in his own way.

“It’s not a mission. It’s nothing compared to an ordinary mission. The Lord told me to bring you.”

“Your Majesty······?”

The green-eyed absolute being appeared in my mind. It was something incomprehensible.

“Do you ever find yourself looking for a White Warrior again after you’ve finished your interview?”

“It’s unfavorable because it’s unprecedented. I can’t fathom what he’s thinking.”

Margin gestured with a serious face.

“Even so, we cannot delay. Let’s go.”

I followed him ahead and left the Magwangik Pavilion.

It was quite a distance to the main castle where the Lord of Iphwangseong resided.

Even though Jeongyeonshin walked at a brisk pace, keeping pace with Marjin’s pace, it still took her time to have a cup of tea.

All the attention that had been gathering so far was entirely Jeong Yeon-shin’s.

Is it because the scars on the Naraksal (那落撒) Majin, who is wearing a black uniform with a yellowish hue, are so noticeable?

Everyone recognized the Magwangikju, who created a hellish scene in every battlefield he passed through.

At the same time, attention was focused on the boy walking half a step behind.

“This is the island of Magwangik.”

“You killed the Blood Sect Sword······?”

“You look younger than I thought.”

In the first place, it was said that the existence of the boy wearing white clothes was only one in the entire Ip Hwang Seong.

It was still strange for a stranger to recognize me.

Jeongyeonshin followed Majin silently, maintaining an indifferent expression.

And soon he reached his true nature, where he had passed the final test of his initiation into the kingdom.

“let’s go.”

The margin was pushed forward without hesitation, but the border guards did not stop it.

It was unclear whether it was the power of the black master of Ip Hwang Seong or the trust in the power of Ip Hwang Seong Ju.

The two climbed the long, long stairs and arrived in front of the lord’s room.

At the same time, a door opens wide by itself.

A cool breeze swept across Jeongyeonshin’s cheek. The first thing that came into view was, of course, her.

The Emperor of Heaven sits slantedly on the trunk of a tree that snakes its way through the office like a giant snake.

Deep green eyes that seemed to contain the flood damage of the entire world passed through the margin and stared at Jeongyeonshin.

He raises his hands, which are so white and smooth that it’s hard to believe they have martial arts skills that reach the heavens.

“Come here.”

“I meet the lord.”

Only after greeting others with a ticket along the margin of taking an example did he recognize others.

Two people. The first thing that caught my eye was the old man.

Sharp eyes, large figure.

A pure white beard without a single hair extends down to his forehead.

The purple robe worn over his sturdy-looking body had a unique collar that stood upright.

It suited the old man’s strong and sharp impression very well.

‘A purple master who surpasses even the great master.’

If there had been no Iphwangseongju, a strong energy wave would have flowed through my entire body, approaching me in an unrivaled way.

There was a boy standing next to me. He looked a little arrogant, but he had an outstanding appearance.

He was staring at Jeongyeon Shin with his eyes that were distinctly black and white, and his gaze felt challenging.

“You are that Magwangik Islander. I am Mayeonjeok, who led the Shingeomdan.”

The old man in the purple robe spoke. His voice was very spirited.

It was to the point where I thought that if there had been no Emperor of the Central Provinces, he would have called himself the King.

“I told the lord that my grandson wanted to see a master of the same age. It’s nice to meet him.”

Jeong Yeon-shin’s gaze, which had been ignoring Mayeon-jeok’s story, turned elsewhere.

The Lord of the Palace doesn’t say much. He raises the corners of his mouth slightly as if telling you to do whatever you want.

-If you want, I can give you publicity.

It wasn’t a full sound. I couldn’t feel any flow of energy at all.

More fundamentally, it was a voice that rang in my head. Could it be the Hyegwangsim-eo (慧光心語) that the great monks of Shaolin use?

‘Why are you being so nice to me?’

Jeong Yeon-shin looked at her maternal grandfather with a sense of doubt.